Friday, August 29, 2025

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Through smudge fires.

suppose us freed · frack-clownishness
how can we hew · having seen bugswarm
routine reives much · & sweeps away
clobbering mishaps · clasped like mainchance
the neighbor · a Gadsden rag gives
shivers a morning · mirthless & wanhope
suppose return · to taking for granted
working ways · wanting but furtherance
eyes meet · in the midst of payback
who did you betray · when trust was a tinderbox

One writes in the rubble.

“The full moon, now, rears with unhastening speed,
sketches the black ridge-end, slides thin lustre
downward aslant its gouged and watered scree.”

–Geoffrey Hill, “The Orchards of Syon”, XIV.

This town's torn up roadways.

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